Musing on rocks.

Musing on rocks.

When do you look in your child’s book bag? Are you one of those who open it the minute they come through the door — or get in the car. Or the minute you pick them up from after school programs. 

I do. 

I tear them off their backs and rip that zipper down.

Okay. I so do not do that. 

Most weekdays, they do get opened at some point to do homework — but on Fridays there is no homework — so they’re usually not touched again by any human on the face of the earth til Monday morning. 

Yesterday, before school  — I  picked up my youngster’s bag, opened it and spied… 

How did this get through security?

These are just the big ones.

There were tons of smaller, bitties and there was red sand covering the bottom. All of which I dumped in the kitchen sink.

He had been telling me of their rock excavations at recess, but I never expected boulders. 

“How did you get these inside?”

 “I didn’t have any pockets so I talked “so-and-so” into putting them under his shirt.”

We carry lots of rocks around. Some weigh us down. But maybe it’s all about perspective.

If we look at our rock not as a burden — but as a treasure unearthed under the slide — maybe our burdens wouldn”t seem that heavy?

One person’s rock is another person’s rock.

But one  finds beauty in carrying the load.

Or maybe one is just a little boy who is really into rocks right at the moment.